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Tifa felt herself reflecting on her life as she closed her bar for the night, closing time was the loneliest time for her. She had no one to talk to as she went about her nightly routine and then would crawl into an empty bed. She was sick of feeling lonely.
She had just finished drying the last glass when there was a knock on the door and she turned, surprised to find Reno there, but let him.
"Sorry to come so late, but I promised to pay you for the last time I was in where I lost my wallet. This should cover it" he said handing her some gils.
"I wasn't worried, you're a good customer" she said taking it.
"I had to delay my payment because I was on mission until now, yo. You got my text, right?" he apologized.
"Again; I wasn't worried. Would you care for a drink? I can't legally sell you alcohol at this time but I can give you a drink on the house" she explained.
"I don't want to delay your going to bed" he said but seemed to hesitate as if wanting some company himself.
"I don't mind staying up for a bit" she said to him as poured them both a scotch, his neat and hers on the rocks. She found herself studying him and remembering overhearing what a pair of women had said about him and idly wondered if it was true.
Flashback
The two flight attendants were having lunch when Tifa went to see if they needed anything else. They seemed to have their eyes trained on the table where Reno and Rude were talking together and eating their own lunches. "I tell you, he's incredible" the blonde enthused.
"He looks like a thug. How good he be?" her brunette friend asked her.
"He's passionate but knows that a woman likes to be touched gently. He makes love so tenderly" she said with a sigh in her voice that gave Tifa pause and she found herself studying the redheaded slacker with a question in her eyes.
End Flashback
Reno took his drink and sat opposite Tifa.
She found herself gazing him. He was a study in contrasts as ever. He was handsome but had his own brand of male beauty. His hair worn short, yet really long at the same time in a way that would have looked stupid on any other man but he managed to make it work for him. He was conservatively dressed as ever, but his shirt was unbuttoned just far enough to show a hint of well formed male cleavage and untucked at his waist and his suit jacket forever unzipped. His face was lean with high cheekbones and his lips were almost feminine in appearance at how full they were. His blue eyes were his best feature, they were sloe-eyed in shape and heavily lashed. The crescent facial tattoos high on his cheekbones matched his dark red hair, they were a tad odd to look at but didn't detract from his beauty. You could still see rough traces in him of the angry gutter rat he'd been and that was reflected in the way he moved, acted and spoke.
"So how have you been?" he asked her conversationally, wondering why she was studying him so closely. Was there a stain on his face?
Tifa put her drink down and got onto his lap with a determined look on her face and claimed his lips in a kiss. He seemed surprised at first but soon melted into their kiss and his legs shifted so that she could get more comfortable and his arms went around her.
Without questioning her, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs like she was a new bride. The door to her apartment was already open and he walked past it and into her bedroom where he gently lay her on the bed and moved so he was laying on top of her but held back enough weight so she would be comfortable.
Her hands were on his back as she stroked along it. Leaning back, he helped her remove his jacket and allowed it to drop beside the bed. Undoing the buttons at his wrists, while Tifa undid the buttons on his shirt, they both slipped the soft white cotton down powerful arms until he let it fall beside the bed.
His torso was lean, yet muscular with well defined pecs and wide shoulder and his Adonis belt hugged chiseled abs, leading to a narrow waist. His skin was pale but not unblemished with scarring that was an occupational hazard of his chosen profession.
She leaned up and he kissed her again while his fingers caught hem of her own shirt and she put her arms up in encouragement of its removal and he broke contact with their kiss only long enough to remove it, freeing her unbound globes and his fingers softly shaped their slopes and contours before giving both erect buds a soft pinch that caused her to hiss.
Tifa's hands softly caressed his masculine curves and dropped to the belt fastened at his waist when he moved so he was standing at the end of the bed.
A teasing smile curved his lips as he wordlessly undid his belt and unfastened his pants. As if stripping for her pleasure, he slowly pushed them down to show that he wore neither underwear or socks and removed them. He was fully erect and ready for her and Tifa shivered with a mixture of apprehension and desire as she focused on his member, the one other man she'd been with hadn't been a small man either, but Reno was larger than she was used to.
He stood naked and proud before her, obviously having no body shame and certainly had no reason for any as he was a well formed man. Leaning forward, he undid her skirt and she obliged him by lifting her bottom as he drew it down her long, smooth legs, leaving her dressed simply in her panties. She felt slightly embarrassed that she wore her plain white cotton ones and not ones more sexy.
She swallowed nervously as he gripped the bands of her panties and drew them down as well and gave her a reassuring smile and knelt over her to kiss away her nervousness. His fingers traced the mons of her sex and then delved in between to the source of her true heat. She was gloriously wet and ready but so, so tight, indicating it had been a while since she'd been last been breeched. So he took the time to prepare her until she moaned against his lips and writhed on the bed as he expertly rekindled that cinders of her long dormant sex until she was on fire for him. He got between her legs and drew his damp fingers from her and replaced them with his heavy tool.
With a series of gentle nudges, he was fully seated in her hot tightness, he entwined her fingers with his own and captured her lips against as he took her in powerful but unhurried strokes, giving her all of his length with each roll of his hips until their mutual sighs filled the room. They went slow and took their time as the heat built between them.
Tifa had been long neglected and was starved for love of any sort as his tongue mimicked what his member was doing in her as her hands stroke down his powerful back to grip Reno's hard flexing buttocks as she neared her climax. Her orgasm lingered at how languid his movements were as her own body moved in time with his. One hard thrust freed it and he lay still on her and held her while she rode it out and his own seed poured into her churning walls.
He leaned up and said the first words since they had began making love "Tifa" he said and then with more force said "Tifa!"
She startled back from where Reno was leaning over her with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you okay?" Can you hear me?" he demanded, fully dressed and snapping his fingers in her face.
"Yes" she finally said.
"Did you have a stroke or something? You started staring at me and then it was like you blanked out" he said, examining her pupils one at a time to make sure they weren't dilated.
"I'm fine, I must have gotten lost in thought. Sorry I worried you" she said giving him a distracted smile, acutely aware that her panties were soaked and she had just had a very vivid sexual fantasy about someone who was little more than a friend! This caused her to wildly blush.
"If you want to go to the hospital for tests, my car's right outside" he offered, concerned for the young woman. She was acting really out of character.
"No I'll be fine" she assured him. "It's nothing I can't take care of by myself" she said thinking about her vibrator, it was really going to get a work out that night! It had seemed so real!
"Is there someone I could call for you to come spend the night with you? Just in case you have another episode" he suggested to her in a deeply concerned voice.
Tifa blanched at the "spend the night" part, "I'm good" she said in a tight voice.
"I should go home and let you get to bed. I'm coming to check how you are in the morning before I go into work" he insisted.
"Okay, thank you" she said and locked the door after him and leaned against it and heavily blushed as she relived her dream. It was had seem so real, she could still taste his kiss on her lips, feel his kiss. How his soft skin had felt under her hands and on her own. How his member had felt in her...she derailed that train of thought and wondered whether to take a cold shower or take her vibrator right to bed. Clearly she was losing it.
